"I'll admit I may have seen better days,
but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail,
like a salted
peanut"(Margo Channing)

Thursday, 11 June 2015

Village Meet ups

Yesterday proved to be somewhat of a hot and sweaty day.
I trolled around the nearby villages of Gwaenysgor, Cwm, Trelogan, Llanasa and Dyserth opening up the village notice boards with my trusty skeleton key and sneaking in this year's Flower Show Poster for all the world to see.
In Trelogan, one old boy asked me what I was advertising. When I told him, he snorted
" Fuck all happens in this village"
The rest of the day, I went house to house In Trelawnyd dropping off schedules but I was hampered by catching up with the local news

German Bernard has cut his thumb rather badly during a circular saw incident. Both thumb and Bernard do not seem to be doing very well.

Old Stan is recuperating after a " bad do" I knew a " bad do" was a " very bad do" because Stan said " bad do" around a dozen times.

Meirion E was planting out an old wheelbarrow with bedding plants when I dropped off his schedule , he growled and laughed like an old pirate

The new guy who has bought Plas yn dre Ucha ( the House next to Auntie Glad's) waved and asked me if I was the " history Boy" ( Boy! Yeah right) I told him that I was, and he kindly gave me a look into his house which is in the process of being totally renovated. He has a deep voice like Richard Burton and obviously has a love of history and strangely enough of the village itself. And he asked me if I could dig out any information about his home (which is one of the oldest houses in the village dating from the early1700s

Mrs Trellis caught up with me to apologise that she had forgotten my birthday. She gave me a gift wrapped up in pink tissue paper which turned out to be a four inch garden gnome...." Bet you haven't got one of those" she said triumphantly. I told her that "she was right!"

Affable despot Jason asked me if I could pick his girls up from school today as he would late home....he laughed that it would be a " first for me" and that I would enjoy standing with all the Other moms and Dads and talk about " fat club" and recipes . I'll take Winnie with me as the girls adore her

The conservation group was out too clearing the flower beds for the summer planting. This reminded me that the Flower Show Committee agreed to make a donation towards the cost of the shrubs and plants. So I popped to the treasurer's house to pick up a cheque which I handed over....job done!

Gay Gordon and Big Mary waved merrily from their bungalow window after I had dropped in their schedule....Gay Gordon may enter the boiled fruit cake class, though he said he may have trouble delivering it on his invalid trolley...I said I would collect it

There was a shocking gnome kidnapping episode where I live . Someone stole a garden gnome from a front yard . The thief then took the gnome overseas and posted holiday snaps of the gnome in various overseas locations. The gnome then was returned to the owner . Weird things happen here in my part of Oz.

What a difference to our nearest village, when I'm waiting for the library van there's not a soul to be seen anywhere. I think you could walk round a dozen times and still not see anyone. Most are second or holiday homes, that's the problem

Many years ago Public Television here aired several shows featuring Lea Buscaglia. He related the story of how one day while walking along a California beach he met a couple, and said hello. They told him they were on vacation and were thinking of moving there. He asked them why. They said everyone is so friendly, it's amazing. He then asked them about the people where they lived now. Very unfriendly, he was told, they don't speak unless spoken to, and aren't very neighbourly. They were shocked when he told them they would probably find it the same once they moved. It's likely the same in Trelogan, and many other places. You know where to look...Keep up the good work..x

We lived 20 years outside a small town and although we made many many attempts just could not connect with locals. Here in our new village we've dropped by the local bar twice and suddenly we're the cool new hippie homesteaders in town everyone wants to talk to . What can I say? Beer has connected us well to our new neighbors.

I agree with Ms. Moon. I was thinking as I was reading how lucky you were. Your village sounds like heaven on earth. I would give anything to live in a place like that. I know its not perfect, but the way you describe the town, the village activities and the people is just heaven. You are truly blessed. I'm likin' the little gnome too!!

When I was a kid in a small prairie town, our annual summer fair and exhibition used to have a competitive flower and veg show, art, baking and crafts contests. I used to put in art and crafts entries in my age group and would win occasionally. I also won once in the penmanship category, LOL! Those were the days. Glad the tradition is still alive in your small village.

I have just spent a few hours 'helping out' in a busy village in the equine supplies shop for the new owners. They haven't a clue, everything is overpriced and the guy wants to turn it into a coffee shop with 'horsey bits' in the back room!!! This is a well loved shop that has been around for years. I thought I might be offered a tenner, but no. just a lot of desperate gratitude from the owner (very stressed looking after terribly ill sister (the other owner), the accounts and trying to deal with stuff that her nephew is larking around with. He is a mature 'flighty' man punching above his weight. The question is....will I go back??what larks, Pip!x

Dunno, mate. I spoke up at an earlier shopping trip (tues) and thought I was putting myself 'out there' for a job and turns out I have ended up working my tits off for free And being a counsellor (again!!!) as well. Poor woman is desperate I think. New area, new life at 60+ and being taken advantage by sister and her (ahem) beloved son. Why me, I asks myself.sighps no, seriously, when IS it my turn?heh heh ahem

I think you should place your new garden gnome in the area of your yard where the dogs regularly deposit their equivalent of what he is holding in his left hand.....the other hand could hold a sign, "for deposit only".

It certainly is all go! But you neglected to mention the stabbing, the car crash by the pub, the fire in the church, the stalker, the doggers, the vandalism, Aunt Gladys running off to Llandudno for a dirty weekend with the postman and of course the spillage of highly toxic nuclear waste.